Gemotions

The anonymous note was slipped under the door, a thin white rectangle that bore a single sentence of regret. It was cryptic, vague, but Maya knew immediately who it was from. A shiver ran through her, a prickling sensation that traveled from her scalp to the tips of her toes. She locked the door, bolted the windows, and sat staring at the offensive missive.

She pulled the curtains shut, plunging the apartment into a twilight world. Every sound was magnified, every shadow deepened. The wind whispered outside, carrying with it a symphony of unsettling sounds. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She couldn’t shake the feeling of observation.

She paced the length of her apartment, her thoughts a whirlwind of speculation. What did it mean? What did they want? The apology felt like a trap, a lure into something dark and unknown. She saw their face in the shadows, their smile in every reflection. She knew, deep down, that she was not safe.